Tuesday, September 09, 2003
I wonder, Could it be,
When i was dreaming about you baby you were dreaming of me
Call me crazy,call me blind
to still be suffering is stupid after all of these time
I remember date and time,
september twenty second sunday twenty five after nine.
In the doorway with your case
no longer shouting
there were tears on our faces
And we're letting go of something special
Something we'll never have again
Why do we never know what we've got till it's gone?
Did i lose my love to someone better
And does she love you like i do?
i do, you know i really really do.
So sad but true, for me there's only you.
[p r i n c e s s s a r a h]
10:31 AM
